Yes, I am a bit drunk. Consistency not guaranteed.

[blagh]

Agh. I had a good angst going, and then Lykke Li and the Frontier Bros had to go and get me all grudgingly optimistic again. I do have a job, finally, although the fact that I had to go and find one, again, adds to the begrudgingness. Also, I can't watch a movie through the climax without life interrupting. So, principles. Is there a point to going back to a movie, to flicking through interminable menus and buttons and scenes, just to watch the epilogue? Similarly, can't I get fifteen fucking minutes to finish a movie properly, once I've started it? Annoying. But maybe I just suspend belief too easily, and thus regret being thrust into cold hard reality when I just want the fairy tale payoff already.

Bottleshock is an allright movie, btw.